The old man nad Golden Dragon sized up Ling Chen and nodded approvingly, "I’ve been hearing Tong talk about you, saying you’re a young talent, founding the Dragon Tiger Hall at such a young age, injecting vitality into the entire Martial Arts. Not bad! Truly a hero erges from youth."
Ling Chen smiled humbly, "Elder Huang, you’re praising too much. I’m just doing what I can within my abilities. Moreover, without the strong support of Elder Tong and Mr. He, the Dragon Tiger Hall wouldn’t have developed to its current state."
"There’s no need for modesty." Wang Teng, standing nearby, chid in, "Though we two old fellows have been reclusive in the mountains, never ddling in the Martial Arts, we’ve always paid attention to its changes. Over the years, the entire Martial Arts has been controlled by the Heavenly chanism Pavilion, like stagnant water, without any vitality. Honestly, I’m quite disappointed, it seems like the Martial Arts has truly declined. However, with the establishnt and developnt of the Dragon Tiger Hall, it’s as if fresh water has been injected, giving many people hope for the future. In this regard, you’ve done very well."
Tong Zhentian nodded and said, "We hope you all continue to support our Dragon Tiger Hall, and we will certainly live up to expectations, revitalizing the Martial Arts."
"That’s for the best, or it would have been a waste for us two old guys to co all this way."
"Alright, we’ve t, and the wine has been drunk. Tong, let’s go rest now." Golden Dragon slowly stood up, "At this age, the body can’t handle much hassle, sitting on a train all day has almost shaken my old bones apart."
"I’ll show the two elders to the guest room."
"No need." Wang Teng waved his hand, "Having disciples attend to us is enough, you’ve all been busy for a day, go rest."
"Then safe travels, we won’t see you off."
After watching Golden Dragon and the others leave, Ling Chen slowly exhaled, picked up a bottle of Moutai, and poured himself a glass. After downing the drink, he licked his sowhat dry lips and asked, "Elder Tong, who exactly are these people?"
"They are truly hidden masters." Tong Zhentian said, "Golden Dragon and Wang Teng are veterans who made their nas decades ago, but later grew weary of the stagnant Martial Arts and retreated to the mountains to cultivate disciples. Ling Chen, do you know how old these two elders are?"
Ling Chen thought for a mont, "They must be over ninety, at least."
Tong Zhentian shook his head, "They withdrew from the Martial Arts when they were already over sixty, and I was just over twenty back then."
Upon hearing this, Ling Chen was taken aback, full of surprise, "So they’re over a hundred years old?"
"Indeed. I’ve always told you, Huaxia is vast and full of hidden talents. Those living secluded in the mountains are the true masters."
He Ziyun curiously asked, "Elder Tong, why have you never ntioned them before?"
"They’ve been reclusive for decades, I thought they were all dead, who knew they would suddenly co knocking today. To be honest, when I first saw them, I was quite startled myself."
Upon hearing this, Ling Chen felt a stir within and asked, "Elder Tong, you say they ca to us on their own initiative?"
"Yes."
"Then what do they want? They wouldn’t co here for no reason, traveling from afar to Beijing must have so purpose."
"Didn’t we just say? They ca to support the Dragon Tiger Hall."
"Elder Tong, you’re a man of the world, do you really believe what they’re saying?" Ling Chen said, "The Dragon Tiger Hall has no relationship with them, nor have we ever interacted. Now, these people suddenly co over, claiming they want to support us, don’t you find that strange?"
"You’re right, it’s indeed strange. However, I haven’t figured out their true intentions yet. Anyway, they’re senior figures in the Martial Arts, and we juniors should give them so respect. Besides, they won’t leave anyti soon, so I’ll interact with them more and try to figure out their motives."
At this point, Tong Zhentian shifted the topic, "Today was the first day of the Martial Arts Tournant. Although it went smoothly, we cannot afford to be complacent. Earlier, while walking around the venue, I saw many masters who rarely appear in the Martial Arts world, you all need to be extra vigilant."
Ling Chen touched his nose and smiled wryly, "It seems like this Martial Arts Tournant has gathered all sorts of characters, I wonder if that’s a blessing or a curse."
"If you put it that way, it shows you don’t fully understand the current situation of the Martial Arts world." Tong Zhentian said solemnly, "Hundreds of years ago, the Martial Arts was very prosperous, with tens of thousands of martial artists roaming the Jianghu. Within this, many families and sects rose up. After hundreds of years, these families and sects have had descendants. However, they don’t wander the Martial Arts world, but live in major cities like ordinary people. Since their ancestors were in the Martial Arts, why have they all faded away this generation? Tired of it?"
Tong Zhentian shook his head to himself, "No! They’re not tired of the Martial Arts, it’s because there’s no benefit in it anymore. Martial artists seek nothing but fa and fortune. If the Martial Arts can’t bring fa or fortune, who would want to join? However, once the Martial Arts rises again, fa and fortune will naturally follow. Then, many will surely step into the Martial Arts world, vying for fa and fortune. In fact, the reason this Martial Arts Tournant has attracted so many reclusive masters is because those people want to see the developnt trend of the entire Martial Arts world firsthand, to see if there’s sufficient profit. Just wait and see, after the Martial Arts Tournant ends, many factions will surely reopen their doors."
"In that case, it’s a good thing." Ling Chen said with a smile.
"You can’t say it like that; everything has two sides. As for what the future holds, no one can say for sure. What we can do now is to do our jobs well. Alright! You’ve all worked hard today, go rest."
After leaving the hotel, Ling Chen went straight to a branch of the Dragon Tiger Hall. Upon returning to his bedroom, Ling Chen took a shower and then lay on the bed. Perhaps due to the day’s busyness, he soon fell into a deep sleep.
Early the next morning.
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Ling Chen looked at the ti displayed on his phone, precisely five-thirty. Yawning, Ling Chen opened the door and looked outside into the darkness, shaking his head helplessly. With the Martial Arts Tournant ongoing, sleeping in was out of the question.
Arriving at the dining room, the chef had already prepared breakfast. Ling Chen glanced at the empty dining room, feeling a bit puzzled as to why Mr. He hadn’t gotten up yet. He usually woke up the earliest. After finishing breakfast, Ling Chen checked the ti; it was ti to head to the venue, but He Ziyun still hadn’t appeared.
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